Post by Raincloud on Aug 6, 2008 8:39:50 GMT -5
Name: Korrik (Kork for short!)
Age: 19
Rank: Wher Candidate
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Korrik's a fairly tall fellow at the shocking height of 6’6; his wiry, and yet very muscular frame, makes him appear to be much larger than he really is. He has long arms and legs and fairly broad shoulders. His black hair is sleek and shiny and sweeps just over his bright green eyes. Korrik's skin is tanned by heritage, not because of the sun. He goes a sight darker when he goes outside, not that he really goes out anymore. He has a thin, long face with ever-so-slightly concave cheeks and a nose that's a wee bit skewed from once being broken. Korrik manages to retain his likable looks from his absolutely dazzling smile and his hearty, kind laugh. Korrik wears the standard, everyday tunic, tan pants, brown boots. Nothing special. His favourite colours to wear are red, yellow, and purple!
Personality: Charismatic, Korrik is a generally well-liked man. When meeting people, he gives off a sort of vibe which says he's a good person. Not only that, but he's also d**ned attractive! People feel warmed and comforted by his presence. This trait is aided by his naturally courteous self. Unnecessary pleasantries such as "ladies first" are not withheld. Korrik is always polite as anything and would do anything to assist a woman. Even though he's not ready for a serious relationship at his young age, he can't help but flirt up a storm. It's just in his nature. He feels that the more people like him, it'll compensate for how much he thinks is wrong with himself. It's not that he dislikes himself, he just feels he can always do better, giving him strong determination.
Chivalrous at all times, Korrik bends over backwards for those in need. He'll do tasks for others at the expense of himself. Except, of course, if it involves cats... Korrik fears cats more than anything else. They have hidden claws and sharp fangs! Their tongues grate across your skin like sand paper. The horror! When he's not being fully feminine about falsely ferocious felines, Korrik finds beauty in many things. Especially music and singing... and women. He's quite a good singer himself, actually. If there's one thing Korrik knows how to do, it's find beauty in something.
Despite his good qualities, Korrik can be a bit aggressive at times. Not in the quick-tempered way, but towards his goals. A fierce determination! If he's seriously concentrating on something, he can become snappish and a bit harsh; he can't help it. In that light, it also has to be said that Korrik's a bit of a sore loser, even though he doesn't brag when he wins. He pouts. A lot.
History: Korrik was born of two riders in a Weyrhold and thusly became a candidate as soon as he came of age. His parents and he shipped off to Nyocia when it came around, and he started standing as a Candidate there. It was a total of six long turns of praying for a dragonet to hatch and think "Hey, that's my bonded." However, he still remained unbonded, retaining still a small bit of hope. Until recently! He had never much paid attention to the whers of the Weyr. However, one night, when the sky was cloudless and full of stars, he wandered down through the Weyrbowl and saw the most elegant bronze wher standing so very proudly. It really struck Korrik, and he left the so-called-promise of a dragon to become a wher candidate. He felt it suited him much nicer, and he found them so majestic and beautiful! It’s been a little over half a turn now, and he still gets a pang of excitement every time he sees a wher.
He gained his fear of cats when he was only eight turns old and he was mauled by a particularly fat calico feline. The feline has assaulted the poor boy because Korrik had accidentally trodden on it's tail. His slightly crooked nose is due to hitting on an attractive dragonrider who, unfortunately, had a very jealous weyrmate.
Pets: None.
Other: None.
Age: 19
Rank: Wher Candidate
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Korrik's a fairly tall fellow at the shocking height of 6’6; his wiry, and yet very muscular frame, makes him appear to be much larger than he really is. He has long arms and legs and fairly broad shoulders. His black hair is sleek and shiny and sweeps just over his bright green eyes. Korrik's skin is tanned by heritage, not because of the sun. He goes a sight darker when he goes outside, not that he really goes out anymore. He has a thin, long face with ever-so-slightly concave cheeks and a nose that's a wee bit skewed from once being broken. Korrik manages to retain his likable looks from his absolutely dazzling smile and his hearty, kind laugh. Korrik wears the standard, everyday tunic, tan pants, brown boots. Nothing special. His favourite colours to wear are red, yellow, and purple!
Personality: Charismatic, Korrik is a generally well-liked man. When meeting people, he gives off a sort of vibe which says he's a good person. Not only that, but he's also d**ned attractive! People feel warmed and comforted by his presence. This trait is aided by his naturally courteous self. Unnecessary pleasantries such as "ladies first" are not withheld. Korrik is always polite as anything and would do anything to assist a woman. Even though he's not ready for a serious relationship at his young age, he can't help but flirt up a storm. It's just in his nature. He feels that the more people like him, it'll compensate for how much he thinks is wrong with himself. It's not that he dislikes himself, he just feels he can always do better, giving him strong determination.
Chivalrous at all times, Korrik bends over backwards for those in need. He'll do tasks for others at the expense of himself. Except, of course, if it involves cats... Korrik fears cats more than anything else. They have hidden claws and sharp fangs! Their tongues grate across your skin like sand paper. The horror! When he's not being fully feminine about falsely ferocious felines, Korrik finds beauty in many things. Especially music and singing... and women. He's quite a good singer himself, actually. If there's one thing Korrik knows how to do, it's find beauty in something.
Despite his good qualities, Korrik can be a bit aggressive at times. Not in the quick-tempered way, but towards his goals. A fierce determination! If he's seriously concentrating on something, he can become snappish and a bit harsh; he can't help it. In that light, it also has to be said that Korrik's a bit of a sore loser, even though he doesn't brag when he wins. He pouts. A lot.
History: Korrik was born of two riders in a Weyrhold and thusly became a candidate as soon as he came of age. His parents and he shipped off to Nyocia when it came around, and he started standing as a Candidate there. It was a total of six long turns of praying for a dragonet to hatch and think "Hey, that's my bonded." However, he still remained unbonded, retaining still a small bit of hope. Until recently! He had never much paid attention to the whers of the Weyr. However, one night, when the sky was cloudless and full of stars, he wandered down through the Weyrbowl and saw the most elegant bronze wher standing so very proudly. It really struck Korrik, and he left the so-called-promise of a dragon to become a wher candidate. He felt it suited him much nicer, and he found them so majestic and beautiful! It’s been a little over half a turn now, and he still gets a pang of excitement every time he sees a wher.
He gained his fear of cats when he was only eight turns old and he was mauled by a particularly fat calico feline. The feline has assaulted the poor boy because Korrik had accidentally trodden on it's tail. His slightly crooked nose is due to hitting on an attractive dragonrider who, unfortunately, had a very jealous weyrmate.
Pets: None.
Other: None.
